miss rema erd
i am Hannah (my name's a palindrome).
i am the first daughter of the first daughter of the first daughter.
i love my family deep deep. my favourite red is carmaine.
i also love football, good books, sunsets, grinning babies, poets, photographers, a good intellectual conversation, quirky people, pious bad boys with soft hearts and good minds, happy surprises, the rain, flat shoes, the thought of painting, coffeebean's caramel ice blend, borders (as in the bookstore), bubble tea, and waking up on my own.
/ Ice Skate @ Kallang Leisure Park
/ Rollerblade @ ECP
/ Plan a community service project coming up!
/ Enter a photography contest
/ Jog with Tch Rapiah @ Tamp Stadium coming up!
/ Buy an English translation Qura'an
/ Buy the $100 book on the 4 Imams
/ Take up a new skill @ a CC
/ Paint a picture by Singapore River
/ Play paintball @ SDC
/ Go to the Tree Top @ MacRitchie
/ Learn how to (really) ride a horse
/ Plan an event for my old Madrasah
/
caveat lector
Truth be told, I wasn't looking forward to this Raya much. There was nothing much to look forward to (because you're not here).
Woke up 15minutes earlier than usual, got dressed and was ready by 7am. We drove to Masjid Al-Istighfar first but it was so packed! I've never ever seen so much cars and motorcycles along the road to Istighfar. I was like *jaw-gropping gasped*. So we drove to Tampines block 300+. The syarahan was kinda long, yah. I don't understand why sometimes Ustazs have to syarah in dictorial tones..
Then we went to Nyayi's place (where I panicked for about 20minutes cause I lost my handphone pouch - just the pouch, but just as important), munched the lontong and slurped the kuah and cekik the ayam. Yes dearest, I ate a lot.
And then there were the lambs.
Usually, we go to Ghufran and Istighfar to watch the sacrifices, but since it was raining (paradox: I love the rain, and yet it managed to blight my day... what's blight, anyway? Hay may lay) Dee, Mona and I dropped at Istighfar.
Poor lambs. They were smelly and wet, and dirty with mud. And shivering, and scared. Mona's jubah got dirty with mud, and Dee's shoes, and the back of my right sock (BECAUSE DEE STEPPED ON MY HEELS!) We stood there watching for about 20minutes. And no Dee, it wasn't because of the smell or I was bored, it was neither. Just that I don't feel good standing there with my sisters, at front row, watching the males. 'Cause even though I know they weren't looking at me, I just didn't feel good. Besides, it was about to rain heavily.
Then went home. I counted my every adik sedara who salam-ed me. 17 (I think). It was nice meeting my aunts and uncles. Khalah asked Pakbusu to find me a husband, 'cause she reckons I want to get married, haha. "Ala Khalah ni! Buat susah je.." *chuckles*
Chit-chatted and giggled with Fahahohe and Nur in my room. Then they went home and I went to sleep.
Woke up when Mona asked me to play Neopets for her. Ended up hogging the whole computer. And now.. the kitchen's calling.
Ta! Salam Aidil Adha! Ba la ma!
broke my fall (0)
sapienta
but reading, good company and reflection
must finish him.
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you,
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
But make allowance for their doubting too;
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or being lied about, don't deal in lies,
Or being hated, don't give way to hating,
And yet don't look too good, nor talk too wise:
If you can dream - and not make dreams your master;
If you can think - and not make thoughts your aim;
If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster
And treat those two impostors just the same;
If you can bear to hear the truth you've spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,
And stoop and build 'em up with worn-out tools:
If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings
And never breathe a word about your loss;
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them: 'Hold on!'
If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
Or walk with Kings - nor lose the common touch,
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you,
If all men count with you, but none too much;
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds' worth of distance run,
Yours is the Earth and everything that's in it,
And - which is more - you'll be a Man, my son!